Contestant Wang had a wet feeling, a lot of mud was obviously embedded in his nails, and there were some tiny bugs crawling on his body, and his back was very itchy. The height of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info twenty meters, and he was able to climb about three meters, so he was a little unbearable.

But he still gritted his teeth and insisted, if he couldn't endure the slight pain now, he would only live like the most humble worm in the future, and there was no fun at all!

The little light at the entrance of the cave seemed to have an infinite attraction pulling him forward, even if it was broken bones.

The dirt below is a little soft, while the top one is hard enough. Maybe it's because it has been exposed to the sun for a long time, and there is very little moisture, which makes Wang Xuan have nowhere to start, but fortunately, there are a few raised stones that can let him borrow strength, but he won't get stuck there, not up or down.

Twenty meters away, he didn't know how long he had climbed, but he knew that his arms were numb and he could only move forward mechanically. Occasional shaking, startled him into a cold sweat, but fortunately, there was no danger and he passed it safely.

By the time Wang Xuan climbed out of the cave, the sun had already set. The afterglow of the sunset was scattered on him, and he looked extremely depressed.

The dirt in the nails had hardened, and the nails had become unrecognizable, and the flesh on the fingertips was a blur, with specks of blood on them, and scabbed along with the mud.

Wang Xuan lay on the ground without a trace of pain on his face, just looked at the sky like that, and a bright smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Since then, the cowardly king has been buried deep underground. And the muddy one is a brand new one that no one is allowed to ignore the true king's choice.

The posture of the emperor, the chosen talent.

The entire Qingxuan Continent, from this day on, will have earth-shaking changes.

His purpose is very clear, that is, Liu Lao of the pawn shop. The old man who brought him warmth, the real number one powerhouse in the Chosen City who retired because of something!

When the night was dark, Wang Xuan finally set foot on the streets of the Chosen City again.

He thought about it, he was almost like this when he first appeared, but he didn't expect it to be like this now. And at this time, the only difference between him and that time was that his eyes were very firm and no longer confused.

The mud on his face and dirty whole body just became his disguise, and no one wanted to approach him with a foul smell, and they all covered their noses and hurried past when they passed by. Wang Xuan didn't care, he was attractive from the inside, and he definitely didn't need a handsome appearance.

Yes, absolutely not!

This is, of course, self-comforting, the so-called chicken soup for the soul, autosuggestion, about that.

When passing by the Fuhua Pavilion, Wang Xuan couldn't help but glance over there, the impression of Lin Miaoke did not appear, and there were many women who showed off their flowers, but the woman who loved to laugh was no longer there.

I don't know if she's doing well? Wang Xuan thought to himself, looked at the eyes of those women with disgust or disdain, sighed, and left silently.

It's just that he didn't know that when he disappeared on his front foot, a woman chased him out on his back foot, looked around, and finally went back with a disappointed look.

The night of the Chosen City has been a little cold, although Wang Xuan's clothes seem to be thick, but they still can't withstand the erosion of the cold wind, he gradually walked faster, and soon arrived in front of the pawn shop.

Today's pawn shop is different from the last time I came, this time the door is closed, and it is dim inside, Wang Xuan is afraid that the people inside are still sleeping, so it is not easy to disturb. He found a rag in front of the door to wipe the plaque and covered it, and leaned against the wall and curled up in waiting.

Hungry and cold, he fell asleep in a daze, and the occasional wild dog barked, startling him to wake up from his dream, he moved the rag up again, and before he knew it, a few hours passed, Wang Xuan's lips turned white, and his face began to turn blue.

In the dream, it was as if someone was talking.

"Where did this beggar come from, how could he be in front of our shop. ”

"He looks so pitiful, why don't you get him in"

"No! The master said that a pawn shop should not bring strangers in without permission. ”

"But he looks like he's going to die, or I'll ask the master. ”

"Excuse me, the master rushed to the auction house late last night and hasn't come back today. Listening to him, it seems that he has been wronged, and he bought a star-picking stone for one hundred taels, and the son of the aristocratic mansion bought it at a high price. It is said that if this business is done well, the master will be able to go to the Bowen Pavilion to be a real guest. ”

"What is the Hakubunkan? ”

"How do you possibly know?! That's one of the biggest forces in Juxian, compared to it, our Chosen City is a fart. ”

"And what about him?"

"Nonsense, we must be carried away, if we let him die here, then we can't do business?!"

He felt someone carrying his body in a daze, and after some time, he finally stopped.

"Just put it here, no one should find out. ”

"You guys go first, I'll pee. ”

"You have a lot of, hurry up, we'll wait for you in front. It's unlucky!"

Wang Xuanmo vaguely heard someone say something to him, and then something was stuffed in his hand.

"Brother, live well!"

The night is like a demon that devours people's souls, it has no deceptive eyes, no demagogic voices, but the icy cooling it brings is deadly, it puts every desperate person to death without leaving a trace.

But with the extreme cold, there will be a deep warmth in the hearts of the people, maybe the warmth is very little, just a little spark in the endless night, but it can bring people undying hope.

The day of the Chosen City came quickly, and Wang Xuanben's lifeless body began to recover little by little, and the wounds on his fingers began to heal. Life began to emerge in his body, and Wang moved his fingers, shook the things in his hand, and he woke up.

I was resurrected, and it wasn't the first time, so he wasn't surprised.

He realized that everything last night was not an illusion, as could be seen from the steamed bun and dozens of taels of silver in his hand.

Wang Xuan's heart was very moved, at least there are still good people in this world, he thought.

The steamed buns were very cold, but Wang Xuan chewed them in his mouth and was very fragrant, and the tears flowed down without a breath, and he didn't wipe them. With tears, eating steamed buns, a little salty, a little sweet.

Soon a steamed bun was eaten by him, and there was no residue left, and he licked his lips, as if he had an endless aftertaste. Holding more than twenty taels of silver, he thought about his next life.

Do I work hard to survive, or do I chase my dreams for life?

This question bothered him, after all, it was not easy for a battered person to persevere.

But you thought too much, Wang Xuan stood up, and his figure was stretched very long, like a giant dozens of meters high.

He shouted from the cliff, and he roared at the sky:

"My future is not a dream!"